Raiders of villains, I am always attacked by villains

Chapter 329: Wild Ghost 1
How long Bai Wanwan has been floating in this world, she probably has forgotten it herself.

It has been so long that I have forgotten which year I was teleported here.

In the bright spring, she lay on the grass in front of the grave, with her hands on her head, thinking about the nonsense between ghosts and 001, and she was fearless in the heat of summer. She was originally a cold body, and could not feel the temperature.When the autumn wind began to bleak, she always tried to blow away the dead leaves that fell on the stele. When the winter snow covered and buried the small stele, she would go back to the urn to nest.

She is the only ghost who lives in the neighborhood for hundreds of miles. This place is not a treasured place of geomantic omen, barren mountains and wild mountains.

At first, she always felt lonely when she couldn't wait for the characters in the plot, but after a long time, she got used to it.Living people feel lonely can seek death, dead ghosts feel lonely... so what.

When she was awake, she would always sit on the headstone of her grave and watch the small animals coming and going, or the sparse people, and even a few wild ghosts passing by.Just no villain dad.

Of course, a ghost doesn't need to sleep, she's awake most of the time.But every time I go back to sleep in the urn, I always forget something when I wake up.

You can't remember everything in a hundred years, and ghosts are endless, so what can't be forgotten.From the moment she realized this, she no longer remembered the purpose of her coming, who she came for, or what she had done before.

If it wasn't for 001 eagerly reminding her every day, she probably wouldn't even be able to remember her own name.

However, this body should not be a pleasing and good person, and there are no relatives or friends.Otherwise, how could it be possible to bury the ashes in this barren mountain and hurriedly find a stone to erect a monument. There are words on the monument, but it is so old that she can't see it clearly.

She can't float very far, her soul is tied to this stele, and she just floats to the other side of the mountain to see, there are fireworks and villages in the world over there, she has only visited it once, maybe she is not interested, maybe it is too far away Too lazy to float.

She can't float in the sky either, the priests live on the cloud, how can she be allowed to go up to see the scenery like a wild ghost.

It is also impossible to go to the ground. The judges and ghost guards of the Ten Temples of Yama live underground. If any diligent ghost guards enthusiastically handcuff her, an unknown wild ghost, and put her in prison, she will be even more cold.

After another year, when the clouds and the spring breeze started to rise, she crawled out of the grave and accidentally saw a figure sitting on the old locust tree that was growing well on the top of her grave. She looked up quietly since she was a child. Yes, it's a ghost.

She wondered how it was possible for melon skins to climb so high on other people's graves!
She hasn't spoken for a long time, and there is no one to talk to, so she communicates with 001 in mind.I have long forgotten how to speak.But she is still very upset about other ghosts occupying her tree.

She touched the tree, the ghost closed its eyes, its brows were clear and shallow, the sunlight couldn't shine on its body, it could only shine on the tree trunk through its soul, but it illuminated the ghost like glass.

She lightly brushed the ghost's long hair, she was quite handsome, and leaned closer to take a closer look at his clothes, he was wearing a first-class shroud, with white cloth and ink lines, which looked elegant.

She looked at the shabby dress on her body again, feeling a little inferior and angry, even if she was a ghost, she was probably the most miserable ghost.

When he was distracted and envious of other people's beautiful clothes, the ghost opened his eyes, and his eyes met with a blank face.

"Are you from that grave?" the ghost said lightly.

She shook her head, just pursing her lips.

She remembered this face, but she couldn't remember why for the time being, but she liked the tear mole under the ghost's eyes very much.

"Maybe he's been dead for a long time..." The ghost looked at her with some clarity in his eyes.

She wanted to show her intentions, and asked this unexpected guest to sit somewhere else, but she hadn't met a ghost who was willing to talk to her for many years, and she was inexplicably greedy and reluctant.

Wait a minute, she thought.

Bai Wanwan also floated up the tree trunk and sat side by side with the ghost. Unknown wildflowers were blooming under the tree, and the stars were dotted with splendor. The grass on her grave had already covered the stone tablet. A lonely poor ghost.She lowered her head dejectedly, becoming more and more unhappy.

The ghost turned her head to look at her: "The flowers here are very beautiful, and you are also very beautiful." She didn't know how to react, she subconsciously looked up at the ghost, and saw that the other person's eyebrows were stretched and his face was soft.

Maybe you have pity on me.She selfishly felt that she did not deserve to be praised.

Thinking about it like this made me feel that the ghost was showing off and pitying me.She swung her legs impatiently, and while the ghost was staring at her grave in a daze when Xu Feng rose slowly, she went around behind him and kicked him off the tree.

Seeing that she fell under the tree with a look of astonishment, Bai Wanwan felt a little regretful.She is really a bad-tempered ghost... But so what, anyway, everyone will forget about it after a few years of drifting away.she
Thinking so, there was no trace of guilt on his face.

The ghost didn't react angrily, instead it floated to her grave and blew away the grass that was more than two meters high.

Bai Wanwan felt anxious, I just kicked you, you wouldn't dig my grave with a grudge, would you? !
Bai Wanwan went down in a hurry, but saw the ghost carefully brushing the dust off the monument, looking at her monument in a daze.

she:?

Could it be that I have never seen such a casual and ugly stele.She gritted her teeth, angry and a little inexplicably embarrassed, and floated aside in a daze.

After a long time, the ghost got up, turned around and showed her a smile that was more gentle than the spring breeze: "Your name is Wan, and your name sounds nice."

Wan, her name is Wan?She tilted her head and thought for a while, rummaging through the few memories she could remember, and it seemed that... a long, long time ago, someone called her in a low voice, Wan.

That gentle tone overlapping with this ghost made her feel a little thoughtful and frightened.Bai Wanwan wanted to speak, but there were only a few dry and hoarse sounds in her throat. After dozens of attempts, she finally called out a "Wan" sound abruptly.

It seems that it is really good.Bai Wanwan was a little happy in her heart. Although she did not belong to this world, no matter where she was, she was not an anonymous ghost. She actually had a name.

Just this recognition made her bend her eyes in joy.

The ghost also looked at her and smiled. In front of the lonely grave, under the locust tree, the grass grows and the warblers fly, the breeze is gentle, there are two wild ghosts.

There is no stranger scene than this.

At this moment, Bai Wanwan began to regret the kick she shouldn't have kicked, but she was thin-skinned and refused to apologize, so she just turned around and retracted into the urn, and after a while, she came out with a half-burnt red rope in her hand.

This is... the only thing buried with her in her memory. Although it is a bit shabby not being able to get it out, it is considered a reconciliation to want to give it to the male ghost.

"Host, do you remember him?"

Because it's been too long, 001 is really afraid that she just doesn't know each other.

(End of this chapter)